_Cloe._ _Alexis_, when the sun shall kiss the Sea,
Taking his rest by the white _Thetis_ side,
Meet in the holy wood, where I'le abide
Thy coming, Shepherd.

_Alex._ If I stay behind,
An everlasting dulness, and the wind,
That as he passeth by shuts up the stream
Of _Rhine_ or _Volga_, whilst the suns hot beam
Beats back again, seise me, and let me turn
To coldness more than ice: oh how I burn
And rise in youth and fire! I dare not stay.

_Cloe._ My name shall be your word.

_Alex._ Fly, fly thou day. [_Exit._

_Cloe._ My grief is great if both these boyes should fail:
He that will use all winds must shift his sail. [_Exit._




_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima._


_Enter an old_ Shepherd, _with a bell ringing, and the Priest of Pan
following._